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When I enter the Most Valuable Playboy charity auction, my goal is simple—be the player who goes for the most dough. But when trouble shows up at the auction, I need a whole new play. Enter Violet—she's my best friend's sister and she's my close friend too. With a smile as sweet as cherry pie and a mind that runs quicker than the 40-yard-dash, Violet saves the day with the highest bid.

I had the best sex of my life with a man whose name I didn't even know. No names, no strings, and . . . no panties. Long story. Don't ask. So imagine my surprise when I walk into my dad's office a week later and see none other than the man who has my panties, but not my name. Turns out, he's the Avalanche's hotshot goalie, thirteen years older and my father is his coach. As if all of that wasn't bad enough . . . we still can't seem to keep our hands off each other. The man is famous for . . . using his hands.

It’s an unwritten rule somewhere: small-town librarians shall not commit spontaneous acts, for fear of mortal embarrassment. I’d certainly just proved it true, though hiring an escort was perfectly logical. How else should I overcome my fear of intimacy without risking heartbreak? Unfortunately, what came next wasn’t so logical. Instead of a dating coach, Griffin King showed up. Yes, that Griffin King: my childhood neighbor and now, to my dismay, an obscenely handsome pro football player. He’s not actually an escort, but how was I supposed to know that?

The first time I met Benson LaCroix, he sat in a bar wearing “cocky player” like a cheap cologne. The second time, he stood in a locker room in nothing but a jockstrap and a scowl. Apparently, the Miami Storm’s star pitcher isn’t too thrilled his new boss is the woman who turned him down.

Amelia Fox was my high school sweetheart, the girl who broke my heart and nearly ended my football career nine years ago. It was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other, much less make a comeback. But I did come back. And I’m not about to let go of everything I fought for just because my world is imploding again. When I find out I’m the father of a two-year-old boy, I’m ready to start my final season in the pros. It’s my last chance to nab the championship I promised my dad I’d win before he died. Enter Amelia: teacher, toddler whisperer, and—oh yeah—my ex-girlfriend.

Charlotte Wells needs a drastic change in her life. Her editor is looking for something new, something fresh. Something romantic. And Charlotte–well, Charlotte hates love. She can't say no to the deal from the publisher, so she heads to Orchid City for a change of scenery. What she doesn't intend on is finding inspiration in the hot hockey player she stumbles into.

Leandro Oliveira - hunky MMA fighter, playboy billionaire, and newly crowned champ of the World Fighting Championship's light heavyweight division - is used to getting his way. But when his party lifestyle threatens to cost the WFC sponsors, he has to clean up his act, or he'll be stripped of his contract. Forced to give up late nights of booze and women, Leandro resents having to change his behavior - until he lays eyes on the sexy publicist hired to manage his image.